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Jaimec
| | Posted on Saturday, January 21, 2012 - 04:12 pm: | 
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Addendum to my tale above: My friend said the kid actually slammed the bike UNDER the van (guess he thought he should "lay the bike down to avoid the accident").
In any event, that meant he smashed the plastic on BOTH sides of the bike, hence the high repair bill.
You can't fix stupid... |
Harleyelf
| | Posted on Saturday, January 21, 2012 - 05:21 pm: |
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Yet the kid (or his insurance) paid more than the cost of replacing the damaged bike with another new one to have it repaired.
As they say, ignorance can be fixed, but stupid is forever. |
Mr_grumpy
| | Posted on Sunday, January 22, 2012 - 03:27 am: |
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ignorance can be fixed, but stupid is forever
Can I get that on a bumper sticker?
If anyone sees one, send it to me & I'll be your friend.  |
Pwnzor
| | Posted on Sunday, January 22, 2012 - 09:14 am: |
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Saw a guy come flying up a curb, across the sidewalk and straight into a row of bikes at a dealership.
Turns out, he had just purchased the bike he flew in on a few hours prior to this.. got it home, wife said no, he starts drinking and they argue, she wins and off he goes to return it.
LOL. |
Buellathebuzzer
| | Posted on Sunday, January 22, 2012 - 10:06 am: |
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She was right. |
Ridegreen2oo
| | Posted on Sunday, January 22, 2012 - 02:33 pm: |
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Mr_Grumpy...
http://www.zazzle.com/ignorance_can_be_fixed_stupidity_is_forever_bumper_sticker-128602956181528356
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Sifo
| | Posted on Sunday, January 22, 2012 - 02:52 pm: |
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Turns out, he had just purchased the bike he flew in on a few hours prior to this.. got it home, wife said no, he starts drinking and they argue, she wins and off he goes to return it.
Damn! My wife worked with a guy that took money out of his 401K plan to buy a new Sportster. His wife told if he ever brings the bike home, pack up and move out. He took a beating on that deal. Might have been multiple beatings.  |
Ronbob43
| | Posted on Sunday, January 22, 2012 - 02:52 pm: |
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It's 1964 and I am a 21 year old who was always afraid of motorcycles. I had a 1959 175 2-stroke Lambretta scooter for 6 months and rode it all around LA and the valley, a few times 3 up. Now I am ready to buy that sport 90 Honda I could afford. A friend had a Friend needing to sell a '55 500 Matchless for the same $. I am testing it next to LAX heading for the ocean when I opened up the throttle and nearly blew myself off the back of that beast. I managed to pull forward enough to roll off the gas, pull over, and wait for the owner to find me. I put 39k on that little Honda and have had @ 3 dozen bikes since that fright. |
Syonyk
| | Posted on Sunday, January 22, 2012 - 03:21 pm: |
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Worst example... Hm...
US 191 in AZ, Buell rally. We're at a scenic outlook and a guy comes past on a Goldwing. Initially, from a distance, it looked like he had "training wheels" down from the hard bags - I've heard of such things for big bikes with older riders to help keep them upright when parking or at low speed, and was interested to see why he had them down.
Very, very slowly, he gets closer, and I see that, no, it's *not* those - it's his legs. He's riding at 10-15mph up a winding mountain road (through corners that were comfortable at 30-50mph), with both feet down hovering. And just sort of stays this way until he's out of sight. This wasn't "stretching his legs" or anything - it was "I'm terrified of the corners, so I'm going to keep my feet down just in case the bike suddenly dives for the ground."
A close second is some of the riding I've seen in parades. Three women on two Sportsters, with the passenger of the two-up bike busy flirting with the rider of the other motorcycle, who was MORE than happy to flirt back. The two of them couldn't hold position, were swapping back and forth, and were busy using the Official Harley Davidson Cornering Method of "in, out, in, braking at the apex." ARGH.
Then the usual "cruisers on a twisty road" stuff, but that's so common it's really not worth mentioning. I do find it interesting that you can usually tell the apex by where their brake light comes on... |
Sarodude
| | Posted on Monday, January 23, 2012 - 03:44 pm: |
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I'll just cite my own dumbassery...
Was riding with 3 other bikes. Heading eastbound on Mulholland trying to cross Kanan (So Cal roads). I had a stop sign and some viciously bad lighting / shadows across the road that afternoon. The 2 friends ahaead of my took off & safely crossed. I pulled up to the stop. Looked. Saw nothing. Crossed. I was underway when I saw some poor schmuck on a cruiser with his rear totally locked, howling, & smoking coming at me.
We didn't collide & he didn't go down.
We all miss something every so often, but the thing that bothers me about that incident till this day is that I gave up. In my head, I'd conceded to the inevitability of the crash (clearly I was wrong) and instead of gunning it to get the eff outta the way, I was just gulping & getting ready for the carnage. WTF. I've never done that before or since - and in much worse circumstances.
This guy I almost took out pulled over and burned holes in me through my helmet & jacket. I was ready to step off my bike, remove my helmet, and accept is pummeling.
He was bigger than me and rode off.
I wish I could find this dude & talk to him about what happened. Apologize first for my poor perception, then for throwing my hands in the air. Thank him for not contributing to both our bikes & bodies being mangled - and thank him for not giving me the ass kicking I would not have resisted.
-Saro |
Jaimec
| | Posted on Monday, January 23, 2012 - 10:31 pm: |
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Not nearly as good as my friend's story, but this one I did witness myself. I was riding up Canada Street in Lake George during the Americade following two couples on choppers.
The were riding side-by-side (instead of "staggered formation") and just yakking back and forth, looking more at each other than where they were going.
Remember that old MSF adage "You go where you look?" Well, the light turned red, and since neither rider was looking straight ahead (but rather at each other) when they applied their brakes, both bikes tipped into each other.
Bikes, riders, passengers, ape hanger bars and sissy bars all tangled up together. When the light turned green I just rode around them... they were unhurt, but still trying to figure out how to get the two bikes apart...
I laughed all the way back to the hotel. |
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